Picture four ships sailing in opposite directions. North, South, East, and West. This is how my mind is pulled, inversely. I am Catherine Morland and you are the Mysteries of Udolpho.
A secret, once explained loses all of it's charms and danger. I used to be fascinated with the way that the heart breaks, but now I find myself more impressed with its ability to heal.
Who needs hearts when our eyes give us enough torment? I will continue to confide in paper, and die by the phone on Friday nights.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Flipping Coins
I've tried to put you down on paper so many times, but you keep getting up. No portrait of a person will ever feel alive until you fill in the eyes. So open them. One of us has to be the artist.
Thunderstorms are just the sound of a restless night, rolling over in its sleep. When I'm tired they say it's just the chemicals in my brain, mixing and un-mixing themselves at the wrong time. I'm just soaking up the moonlight in the window... hoping that each drop of rain is here to wipe away the broken promises.
Thunderstorms are just the sound of a restless night, rolling over in its sleep. When I'm tired they say it's just the chemicals in my brain, mixing and un-mixing themselves at the wrong time. I'm just soaking up the moonlight in the window... hoping that each drop of rain is here to wipe away the broken promises.
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